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Sam. 20. Indiana. I don't even know what I'm doing anymore.

I really love the fact that almost all of the songs on the new Contortionist album are what you’d expect them to be for a progressive metal album. 


World’s Most Beautiful Abandoned Places

Italian product manager and web designer Francesco Mugnai recently added a collection of images to his blog touting some of the most beautiful images of abandoned spots and modern ruins that he’d ever seen. The images Mugnai has captured come from empty castles, shuttered power plants, and dilapidated churches around the world. From a sunken yacht in Antarctica to a forever-closed amusement park in Japan, these images all make up a sort of anti-phoenix; rather than rising as new from the ashes, these husks remain preserved in decomposition, forcing viewers to confront the strange beauty of ruination.

Source: Fast Co-Design

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The Contortionist

—Primordial Sound

existence grows, from itself

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i accidentally told my friend the sweetest pick up line ever. i started talking about solipsism (the belief that everything around you was created by your mind) and i went “If everything around me is all my imagination, then you’re the best thing I’ve come up with” she was speechless for a solid five minutes.

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the best part about being in your 20’s is slowly caring less and less about what people think of you and surrounding yourself with good people

the worst is that I’m broke

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Angel Du$t

—Stepping Stone

Angel Du$t - “Stepping Stone”

I want to be your stepping stone 

It’s alright, i think it’s cool 
Everybody somebody’s fool 
I don’t want to be alone 
I want to be your stepping stone

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—Heaven in Her Arms


Forgive me for the sadness
And the bringing of you down
I just needed a lover and I needed a friend
And there you were
Running from forever like all the rest

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—Dear Death, Pt. 2


Emery - Dear Death, Pt. 2

These words of mine are trite and so cliche,
And still they find their place in everything.
It’s just to break the silence that has been crushing me.
Half of me is dead, already gone.
Half is screaming everyone is wrong.
Finally asking now will you,
Just hear me out?

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